Wedding Dress

Marigold instinctively abhorred the action, curling her body like a shrimp and struggling, she exclaimed:

"Do not touch me! Unless you keep me bound here for twenty-four hours or directly bring about my demise, once I find an opportunity, I will expose your actions to the public!"

"Oh, how dreadful..." Patrick smirked lasciviously. His smile was wicked, and Marigold found it deeply unsettling. "So, a thorny rose like you is indeed suited to reside in Rose Manor for a lifetime. Don't you agree?"

"Phooey! I will escape. Don't think you can imprison me."

"Oh, dear me. Then let me pluck the thorns from this rose." Patrick lifted Marigold's defiant chin with the handle of the whip. "A rose without thorns blooms more beautifully."

"You pervert! I will not marry you! I refuse this betrothal!"